March 25, 2000

Fauna News:

Transplanted the Coreopsis today to the upper end of the new flower border. I got the feeling that it didn't really want to be moved at first ~ until I 'explained' that at this new location, it would get more attention as well as not get quite as sunburned as last year. I also 'explained' that if it wanted to go back to where it had been, I would be more than happy to put it there.

It's still in the flower border.

The blanket flowers and columbine are doing extremely well in their now location too. Now they are in the shade of the house during the hottest part of the day ~ maybe this year they'll bloom.

The purple coneflower is coming back ~ with friends. I put out one plant last year and am getting four more along with it this year.

I seeded the tree stump to the left of the porch with 2 packs of calendula; the remainder of a pack of forget-me-nots and a pack of shasta daisies. Here's to hoping that they come up!

I put the pothos out on the porch yesterday and it's still there. I think it really loves the space it gets on the porch ~ especially since when it's in the house, I can't hang high enough where it can both get enough light and not drag the floor (It's almost 'taller' than me and I am a little over 5 feet tall.) I put the hedra (hedera?) ivy out with it ~ I think that they're both happy for the company.

There's a 'mystery plant' coming up near the bee balm. It looks familiar but I can't place it. I don't think that it's something I put there last year ~ I know I put chamomile there but it didn't make it...but this doesn't look like that. I guess we'll see.

The other mystery plant is coming up again in its usual place and is again seemingly bent on world domination. It has taken over several more square feet than last year and the soapwort is barely holding its own against it. I'll probably end up having to move the soapwort, so that it can have a chance.

I wish I could find out what that mystery plant is ~ this is the 3rd year I've had it.

ON LOVE

I'm not quite sure where to go with this entry. I'll admit that right up front.

I just finished watching The Others. This episode was about Mark, the empathic doctor, who met the love of his life in a series of dreams...and she happened to be Jack the Ripper's last victim. Don't laugh ~ the idea isn't as far 'out there' as it sounds. What's that phrase by Shakespeare about there being far stranger things on Heaven and Earth than can be dreamt of?

Anyway, as usual, it got me to thinking. Is the love of my life out there somewhere?

Yeah, yeah, I know. It's so flighty sounding and...mushy. Still, I wonder. I'm lonely. There is so much that I would love to share with another person. I long for that connection, here, on this plane.

Don't get my wrong. I don't let the idea consume me 24 hours a day. I've plenty to do, other than to moan about the whereabouts of a mythical knight (or Amazon?? LOL) in shining armor. I wonder sometimes though ~ is meeting someone and getting that connection a 'given' when one arrives on this plane, or is it a perk?

So many questions. lol

I guess this is one thing that each and every person has to deal with at some point in their lives. A great many people long for that connection with another person. I'm also finding that once a person gets to a certain point along the path, it's as if a line is drawn in the sand...no, that's not a good analogy. It's as if you do cross something, or perhaps climb a step. I don't know. Mary SummerRain calls it 'the great alone.' It's just as if suddenly, the things that are so important to a lot of people seem so...petty.

Gods, that sounds so elitist.

Changing the subject: I wonder how the horse fair went in Murfreesboro? I decided against going to it. It just seems to me that if I went and if I learned anything, I'd never get to use the information. It's been how long since the idea of starting the horse farm was brought up? Absolutely nothing has been done in that area except alot of dreaming. Every time I suggest something, it goes in one ear and out the other and my dad goes on and does exactly what he wants to do. I am convinced that he has no idea what the word 'partner' means. So, I decided to let him be with his daydreams. I've got goals to reach.


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